The two were like two spiky hedgehogs, separating as soon as they touched, both covered in wounds.
Xi Jiuye released his hand, and Ye Lingyue looked at her own hand, feeling that this tyrant-like man's grip nearly crushed her bones.
Once she broke free from the man's grip, her headache vanished.
The word "filthy" snapped Xi Jiuye back to his senses.
He let out a cold laugh.
He lost control again. How could he forget, this was a woman with fickle affections.
He hadn't even called her filthy, yet she dared to call him that?
At this moment, there was a knock on the door from outside.
"Lord Xi, it seems there was some commotion inside your room just now. Has something happened?"
Ye Lingyue glanced outside through the door and saw the City Lord's Mansion's guards stationed outside, with the entire mansion brightly lit. Clearly, they were still searching for the assassin.
